dear seamus,

another thing i find quite enjoyable about you, are your eyes. i can't stop staring into them . . . whenever i get the fortune of seeing those magnificent orbs, that is. your eyes are a grassy maze and i always tend to get lost in them. and i can never completely find my way out, though, who said i wanted to? i don't mind being held captive by your fiery stare. i don't care how dangerous those glowing labyrinths of yours are. it's a risk i'm willing to take. maybe next time i'll leave a trail of breadcrumbs behind to find the exit once more.

or maybe i'll let myself become forever hypnotized in your gaze. who knows?

your eyes are my favorite color, my favorite shape, my favorite jewels. they're dull in the shade but in the light they sparkle brighter than the sun. the irises are shiny, glossy emeralds that should be put in a display case for all to see for they are the most beautiful stones of them all. in the darkness, sometimes i catch glimpses of your glistening, milky white crystals and i can't help but think about how they are so much like the moon. glittery and wonderful.

i love your eyes seamus. i can't help but find myself being drawn to them, like metal to a magnet.

your eyes are magnetic.

- anonymous